I have a sensitive sense of smell apparently; perhaps alone enough to cement a hatred for overbearing odours. But with aftershaves and perfumes there’s the added aspect of what, especially when finding oneself in a room full of people wearing either abundantly, is implied by their garish and obnoxious presence.

With thanks to Ulysse Pointcheval for use of the header image. 

The perfumes
And aftershaves
Were oppressive
As the regimes
They would lead to

Read about the three worst things I’ve ever smelled here; or other poetic thoughts on specific ones that get my nose in a twist here.

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